Song on the theme of "Empty"

Traumatized by the violence
mesmerized into silence
the Woman is shaken free of words
her memory can't escape

She stares at the blank walls with empty purse
no money in hand

The bare box traps some wayward light
beaming 'cross her back in grey

Where's her angel as she grasps a bar?

Her angel stands beneath her vision
circling clouds rising as smoke
floating at angles moving upward

What is she to do but step up, then down
hoping that a door might creek
or someone hear her cold feet shuffling
searching for some word to wake?

Her pent-up walls define her space
but she can't see
just sing for what's not there

Her vision's empty as her song is empty
and every pierce of music is empty
like her life is empty
recoiling like a frightened snake

Her angel floats 'tween cloud and cloud
sullen like a sunken ship
rotting and holding ghosts in the muck

What's she to do with an empty purse
but spend the contents on who she ain't
then let go and await her fall
and sing a song to redeem her soul?